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who had a normal name
Now that October glides into November, we sleep later
till nine, and we do not use the living room heater, sit in the kitchen, watch TV after breakfast.
A light morning meal to break the fast, since we will eat lunch at one o'clock, or there about.
I have taken many nature photos of plants, flowers and
dead white trees no birds would sit on
I have seen birds nesting and their babies learning to fly
most were lucky, but some landed in a puddle and drowned, and the brave ones flying on untrained wings too far where the raven waited
Olive trees, if they survive the onslaught from ugly people called settlers, mostly rude fanatics who spit your way, say things like: “We killed Jesus,and laugh
A man who happened to be called Jesus, no, not him,woke up under an olive tree where Maria had sought shade, disturbances in the other field where the thuggish
were trying to burn down an olive tree so old it had got a byline in the bible.
Jesus and Maria liked to go to France where he could train and be a chef, but his father was old, too aged to run his carpentry shop with uncouth vulgarians around
the business faltered.
Jesus and his betrothed decided to take the old man, with them on the road to Damascus and met a Christian willing to take them to the port of Latakia and find a ship to take them to France
It turned out that Jesus was a talented chef who after training under the Famous Epicure, branched out and
became a famous restaurateur
Several hundred years later, a man called Macron was born, but since he has nothing to do with this story
we can leave him alone to preside in Paris
Bare-branched the woodland trees, edging the lake
Young Pen glided alone without a mate
Graceful her strokes, nary a wave or wake
I watched and wondered, what would be her fate
He circled her before landing nearby
Handsome Cob, but friend or foe would he be
She turned away from him, wary and shy
No trumpet called. No intent decreed.
In circles they swam until their wings brushed
Eyes lifted, in that moment they both knew
Tenderly, with necks entwined, her cheeks flushed
She followed him to a stand of bamboo
Intimate calls were whisperings each night
'til away they flew, together in flight
Came the time of twilight and winds shifted
Upon lake waters brewed cause for worry
When in sorrow it had seemed they'd drifted
Woe to hearts if it ended their story
Spring was on nigh, but grey clouds filled the sky
Pen feared her Cob would abandon their bed
She cried thinking he would tell her, 'goodbye'
Ripples on the lake, hope hung by a thread
Together or apart, their reflection.
She pleaded with him, "I want nothing more
than to give you my love and affection."
He drew her near, "It's you that I adore."
Tale of Pen and Cob continues today
Faithful in love, they're nesting on the quay
April~3~23~kj
Oh what I would long to see
and breathe
and free
This polypathic wisdom
of a root and branched
systemic tree
Nurturing
Yintegral root systems
breeding Me
while YangSun branches
reach up and out
nutritionally feeding We
Polyphonic remembering
systematic Theology
of naturally spiritual experiences,
humanity experiments
in win/win Ecology
Both non-verbally felt internally
as healthy win/win
despite unwealthy respite
lost in lose/lose metaphysicality
Thought through verbal reflections
on fraught externality,
Positive/Negative
ego/eco-organic organizationality,
bilateral dipolar integrity
NonZero Souls Summarily
Whole ego/eco-systemic bicamerality
Emergently left-brain verbal dominantly
Yang solidifying v Yin flowing plasticity
Resisting overpowering generations
of straight white patriarching
capitalist win/lose competitions
rabidly degenerating
Into a lose/lose DeathCuture, ecopolitical
Rabidly pursuing viral apocalyptic climates
unraveling a global pandemic
anti-ecological
Autocratic
automatic military devolutionary industrializing
colonizing
predative post-millennial disaster mongering
kleptocratic
And,
the opposite
of Making Nationalistic
Idolatrous
Supremely white racists Great Again
Against Liberal Lovers
of healthy eco-messiah feminists,
non-violent communicating bodhisattvists
YangChrist/YinBuddhists
exploiting only Ego/Eco-DoubleBoundary Originalists
within win/win 1/0 REMEMEological
ultra-nonviolet spiraling ReVolutionary
20/20 eco-political
empowering/enlightening consciousness.
Oh what I would long to see
and breathe
and free
This polypathic wisdom
of a root and branched
surprisingly simpler
bilaterally integral
systemic co-operative
branch/root regenerative organic tree.
IN SAGE TREED INSPIRATION
Standing in the forested arena
Beneath one of the multiplicities
Of the ethnicities of barked sage trees
Reining in the mutual oneness
Of the equanimity of their being,
My spirituality of mind turned its focus
To thoughts of the Crucifixion, Resurrection,
And indeed, the fulfilled glorious Ascension:-
At that moment, it dawned upon me,
The symbolic role that sage trees
Have played in the lives of humanity–
From crosses to branched stages of lynchings–
As living symbolic reminders of life’s tribulations:-
And at that very serene bell ringing moment,
My mind canvassed a profound awareness:
Today’s sage trees stream to us a message
Of faithful resurrection and renewed healing life
As we observe them sojourning nature's seasons
From summer to fall–to winter–and on to spring:-
N.B.: May your mind be likewise canvassed
And enlighteningly streamed with their
Profound sage treed inspiration.
Haunted House was built on cemetery grounds
Completed at a time before the aliens in white arrived
Cold fleshed, green teethed, in gray seasons grip
Beneath the rocks in molded soil hidden
Bones lifted in a dig disfigured
More dead than alive, lost souls vacated
The spade laid down for a seconds spell
With crusted man along the dirty rock
To take a breath and gaze into the void
Sweat serene, glistening, dripping from the brow
Elongated fractured skulls rest settled
Reveal nothing to the nothing new
A grave robbers truth comes with uninvited guests
Moved in unannounced uncounted under haunted house
Under a blood drained moon anemic to the touch
Giant trees shrouded, doomed, draped in black
Fog hides dark sins, cast dim images, shed in mystery
Surmise a death spiral rising from the grave
Comes calling along the last crusted leaves revealed
Dried, turned brown, died, dead on the boughs
Hung over the inevitable advance of age
Blown hollow now on Winters wind deceased
Clouds gather at the ripe time harvested
Watch gouged out eyes inflicted by angry aliens
Nails sharp, metallic claws, ripping at the throat
Scratching at the vacant skies half maddening
Exposing a complex skeletal system poisoned
A cobwebbed network of limp branched bones
That fill in the nightmares shared by strangers
Fall collapsed, civilization followed, laughed
Cemetery house claims an ugly infestation
Aliens, lost souls, elongated skulls remain
Quiet, serene, for the time being
Visitors tongues are silenced
Cut out with a smile, glistening white
Poem created on 9/28/2016 for "Scare Me Good" Poetry Contest
Skirting church on Puig de Missa,
then down the slope towards the river,
St Eularia's Rui, with path that winds on to the sea.
Past the smelly goats, where poking little
fingers get nibbled, and goat-dribbled
through the fence.
Billy stands high on outcast fridge and
watches babies butt their silly billy heads.
Then past the scraggy peacock, beneath the
orange tree, with oranges bunched and
bright-framed in darkest green among their leaves.
Then walk beside the cleft and craggy wall,
where lizards still unseen await more warming sun.
Past the preening cockerel and his shining
feather suit, strutting proud between each
grounded peck, while hammock lies still,
stretched between winter's barren trees,
waiting for that day with warmer breeze,
for May or June to come.
Then water's edge where winter's rain still
trickles over fall, and replenished pool below
is home to ducks, where ducks and cats are
fed, regardless of what town notice said.
Then past overhanging pomegranates,
three branched all in a row, the top one
pecked by tiny bird, and beneath those rosy
balls, a ball of baby mullet, soft sucking and
disturbing water's idle glassy flow.
Then lazy walk beyond the bridge where
river's wider mouth has more silty sandy
edge, where out towards horizon a mackerel
sky meets night-stilled sea, and sun's soft
and bright reflected rise holds promise of a
perfect day.
But in between, a secret quest, where
grandad wanders from the path all through
the damp and dewy grass, bright spotted
with Spring's yellow flowers.
And so the lemon tree is reached, and five fat
lemons quickly picked, avoiding branches
nasty pricks.
And grandad tucks them safe away.
For this is grandad's secret lemon tree,
with plenty left, and so for sure we'll come
again. We'll come again at least once more.
We'll come again another day.
I look upon a tree in windowed box,
A summer lover planted in the grass,
Inside the tiny window vision locks
A living painting made of shimmering mass.
From on my chair out through transparent wall,
I stare at what appears more orb than tree;
No trunk in sight, this verdant crystal ball
Does tell a fortune set in marbled sea:
The wind! It roars through branched societies,
who vy for fickle glory, bending fate.
They spread their kingdoms, crushing enemies,
But in the end they're beaten home by hate.
For all that Wind -- Its name "Desired Fame--"
Can only for a moment sway the Frame.
What is the big deal difference
between universal wholeness
and interdependent HereNow fragmentation?
How are they combined
to make one Left/Right
Ego/EcoHabitat
bilateral identified whole?
In an organic system,
a mindbody, for illustrative purposes,
perhaps a mature branched-out tree trunk
supported by a subterranean root feeding network,
whether ecosystemic outside
or egosystemic inside,
separating WinWin cooperative organs
leads to expectations of natural/spiritual dividing death,
abandoning each neglected interdependent part
to stand and fall nakedly Lose/Lose alone,
Positive mutual trusted default Virility,
Resilience hijacked by LeftBrain dominant
Either Win Or Lose bipolar
fundamentally autonomous claustrophobic terror,
morbidity.
Development of cooperating
competing labels
for language interdependent with co-relational experience
studies healthy WinWin organic communal communicating ways
Noting LeftBrain developed deductive dominating capacity
to tear away interdependent transubstantiating pieces
of universal creolizing ionizing wholes
While also inductively RightBrain remembering
how we originally worked and played
cooperatively
holistically combined together.
I want to dance time backward
to sing our larger CreationStory multiculturing view.
Wholeness is a polypathic health goal
Interdependence is a polyphonic wealth outcome--
resilience with resonance
An EarthTribe ubiquitously democratic Place
we can sacredly return to
with Left deductive YangEgo
and Right inductive YinEcoRelational
reawakening Prime ZeroZone win/win
within multiculturing health/wealth polypathic us.
WinWin personal and political history
slowly unfolds, refolds, prefolds, folds
before our revolutioning newborn eyes
as we expand our DNA family organic vision
to see matriarchal cooperative universal ZeroZones
Global composed of interdependent health care Local
Wealth previews, reviews, unviews,
double-binding Ego/Eco Creation Stories.
Perhaps the primal difference
between LeftBrain Universalists
and RightBrain Unitarianists
is this difference
Between which one hand is clapping
Which one foot is dancing
Which one integral voice is cooperatively co-passioned
co-arising
SecularHere with Sacred MultiCultural-MultiGenerational Now.
Sacred music and liturgies
are not merely leaves and flowers
produced by complex and richly branched
and sub-branched analogies
between ecological and theological root metaphors
of co-arising nurture;
between naturaLeft and spiritualRight co-experience
of Earth's spiraling revolutionary nutrition;
East to West horizoned
healthy light intention.
Each regeneration absorbing fertile flowering fruit
to recreate communal caring communication
climax
through primal musical vibrant metaphor
of ego-death mortality
compassioned yintegrity
repurposed into regenerational eco-lives,
past through future win/win epic intentions,
virtuous virality of EarthTribe's manic DNA
for thriving health
as wealthy Yangish solo anthems.
Each courageous ego
a metaphor for Earth's curiously spiraling revolution
iconic of DNA's bilaterally rising and falling structural evolution,
curved waves
yang and yin spherical iconic metaphors
for left and right cranial hemispheres
emerging informed by patriarchal Western predative history
and nondualistically reformed Eastern enculturation
cooperatively co-parasitic;
Creolizing curious white light supremacy
as not not color multicultural sublimation,
monocultural suppression,
both/and polyphonic and polypathic
right-brain resonant
so also left-brain super-resilient
multicultural ecological co-empowering
monocultural theology
supplanting ego's pursuit of monotheistic disempowering
from-above wealth
Of communally sung and danced metaphor,
sacred silent
replete with secular vibrations,
seductive and reductive,
inductive and deductive
co-arising ego/eco-sublime
metaphoric muse
of cultured octave scale
and tone
and hue;
vibrating tables of eight-fold elements
eco/theo-logically metaphonic
cooperative caring communion
both/and disunion.
Form:
Through frayed seams a rosy dream bleeds
needled and re-stitched
with threads of time and love and hope..
and still — a rosy dream bleeds
the miscarriage of a promised rose garden
leaving me bereft but for entwined bands of gold –
contemplative thorns tempt my angst
moony moody barbs bristle twigs of tenderness
sigh— it’s not a laurel wreath worn atop my brow
as I sit alone with a squeamish friend
my blue-sky-to-storm-cloud introspection —
as your distant eyes deserted mine long ago
Winter's beast laid bare a cerebral graveyard
lost you wander amongst laid-to-rest neurons
worn headstones of thoughts and laughter and memories…
you wonder why they hide — why they died
the crackle of cognitive circuitry quiets
branched-lightning fades from unwitting clouds
and aged roots of reality perish
our red rose finished fallen to pieces
you-and-me-petals a messy heap like old potpourri —
yet in dark’s hush love’s scent lingers on our dream pillow
Oh nostalgic sepals embrace me!
my heart yearns to return to the bud
to the fullness of our June bloom —
instead, I bury desires beneath life’s litterfall;
amid pollenless stamens and leaves of one-sided reveries
and cage my fear my despair behind purple thistle facing the light
as I free a smile for you, my love —
you my sun that still parts the rain-bearing nimbus